Red's vision blurred; he could not breathe for a moment. He almost passed out until his back hit a tree, very hard. His mind was fuzzy, his vision was blurry, and his chest was heavy.
Something snapped behind him, but that was not his priority. It was to breathe. It was like there was something clogged in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. It took a while, but he managed to relieve that clog.
He managed to breathe, but it was heavy. His mind was clouded, dulled, and he could not think of anything at the moment. But there was something that kept him awake. The pain in his back.
His instinct was screaming at him, telling him the danger was coming. But his mind and body could not keep up with his instinct. His mind remained clouded, and his body was weak.
His body was the first one to react. His hand moved, supporting himself to get up. Even so, he leaned his back against the tree to remain standing. His sight remained blurred, but he caught a silhouette approaching.
